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Maddie answered the door.
"Hey. Caleb is at the hospital. I need your help anyway"
She said. Her eyes were dilated to hell, she was high as fuck on the MDMA still.
"I can barely fucking function right now and I gotta keep finney's fat Asian ass here. Sorry, Jessie, fuck whatever you call him"
She was beyond pissed but she didn't exactly know why or why Finney/Jessie was under the microscope by Caleb. She assumed that the newcomer was sober- fuck she couldn't even tell who she opened the door for. What if it was a cop?!?

No, Maddie was being paranoid. She shook it off and played herself off as looking confident.
 
[BCOLOR=transparent]Shit, so he got high for nothing? He could have quietly slipped off and no one would have known the differ. Reese considered it. Maddie was so high that Reese could easily just slip off, say something like, he thought this was another friend’s house. He didn’t want to go inside. He didn’t want anything to do with them. But then what would the school say?[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]What would the kids say, when they remembered he slipped on off? What would they say when they found he just walked out? Left the party. It was a moment of him doing something good, except, there was a lack of judgment there. He could feel anxiety building in him. Maddie was staring at him. All bugged out. And he was being quiet and weird.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]He laughed.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]“Yeah sure,” he said.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Stupid idiot. You should have left. You should have said no.[/BCOLOR]
 
"Thanks," she said, walking him in and down the stairs.
She poured him a warm shot of Captain Morgan. The whole time, she carried her composure and then relaxed.
"Fucking pure MDMA fucking wasted on this shit"
Jessie stood up.
"I should go, I guess"
Maddie stood up, cocking her head.
"Naw nigga. You're staying"
The fat Asian boy looked confused and offended. He began to stand to leave.
"Ex...excuse me??"
Maddie attempted to block the downstairs basement exit, but Jessie was slightly faster, being...well, sober.
Maddie was on an amphetamine though, and was quick thinking at least. She blocked him with an arm swipe but found her female form slightly lacking in the strength department when it came to stopping a 5'9 210 pound Asian boy. She looked to reese, recognizing him.
"Help me please!"
She felt that maybe she wasn't pleading enough.
"Tits for help, whatever you want, just hold him back and sit his ass down for Caleb to get here. He's got some beef I think"
Jessie paused and suddenly put his hands on maddie's wrists, bending them back.
"Finney! You're hurting m-"
He tossed her into the downstairs heating unit, denting the metal frame and starting to try and dash to the door. He was fat as hell, luckily, making him pathetically slow. Maddie lay on the ground, clutching her head and wincing extremely. She could hear voices and sounds ringing in her head, unable to discern that Nate had gotten up and had shut the garage door. Jessie tried to run and hit the interior button but Nate was blocking it.
"Listen, Caleb is a reasonable guy. He's like my brother. He will try to talk to you. I love both you guys, aight? Just chill"

Jessie shook his head.
"Not after what I did. I gotta leave man, I don't know what Caleb will do to me!"

And then he punched Nate in the gut and attempted to run for the garage door button. This whole scene was unwrapping in front of Reese's eyes like a lightning bolt striking from a storm- only it was a dopey ass Asian boy that was notorious for cheating on his stripper-worthy girlfriend for two-bit hos from sonic.
 
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Aly had placed herself in a corner of the room, allowing the lovers to a little privacy, but also a little supervision. When Atheena started sobbing, she thought it had something to do with the accident she had been in. Nope. It was a confession. A confession that turned Caleb into someone she didn't know. The usually easygoing kid had... hardened. When he pulled out his lighter, she watched it. She saw the tat on his arm, but she couldn't make it out at the angle she was at. Was he.... burning his skin where the tatoo was? Atheena's confession had made Caleb some sort of crazy. Not the harmless crazy he usually was, but a real crazy. Even his voice changed. He was starting to scare Aly. Nervously, she played with the bullet shell that hung from her neck. Then Caleb barked an order. There was no other was to explain how he sounded when he told her to get him bact to his place. He didn't even wait for her, he just started marching out. Aly followed, mostly because she didn't want him trying to break into her car and hotwire it. At this point, she wasn't sure who Caleb was anymore. "Caleb, you're not thinkin' of doin' anythin' you'll regret, are ya?" Aly was concerned, worried. She unlocked her Nissan and slid easily into the driver's seat. Putting the key into the ignition and turning it over, she shut the door behind her. She revved, a sort of ritual for her when she got into any car, every time. She had shot off a text to Maddie, telling her of Caleb's change in behavior and seeming change in mental state. It was a warning to be prepared.
Slamming the car in drive, Aly peeled out. The finely tuned engine growled into the night as she guided it expertly through traffic. It took ten minutes, max, to reach Caleb's place. She whipped the car up to the curb and parked. The car was off and she was out in the next instant. She was hot on Caleb's heels, trying and likely failing to talk him out of whatever he was planning.
 
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Caleb didn't bother answering her. Instead, he simply stayed quiet and seated. He was on the most happy and exciting chemical to ever be created by chemists and it was barely denting hi face. His features were stone cold, frozen onto his jaw. His teeth didn't chatter, his eyes weren't darting from nystagmus, and he seemed beyond focused at the road that he wasn't even driving on. A tiny moment of sanity prevailed when he turned to look at Aly.
"Thank you" He said.
"I'm sorry for being so...rude. And for what you're about to see" He said, his voice still wasn't...right. Caleb wasn't big into drugs in fact this was his first time taking any beyond alcohol or nicotine but he was famous for not letting substances control his actions when under the influence. It was his unique kick when he tripping to stay pretty calm and collected. Not to mention MDMA doesn't even react to anyone really in this way- this truly was some sort of secret side of Caleb no one really had seen in a long time.
The text said "delivered" underneath it in pale blue letters, but Maddie had text viewing turned on....and the message was not read. She was almost always glued to her phone even when partying and probably when sleeping with people too- like almost all teens. So something wasn't right back at the house. Caleb pulled out his own phone, and messaged a strange number that wasn't a "270" area code. It was a private number with only no US numbers in its area code. He sent in a text that said
'Silver is back. Willing to hustle/hit for cash for the tribe. Meeting Shaq tomorrow in D.Town, Earlington, at his house. Tell him we need the carpet cleaner'
He typed the text slow, methodically and even proof read it. Something he rarely did since he was usually an annoying texter that would double or triple text people in seconds.
"Three things. I appreciate your loyalty, Aly. You're gonna have a very good life ahead of you, hon. Second, I promised myself that you- or no one else- would see Silver again. I buried him in Atlanta. But, the only reason I came back was for her. So silver lives. I don't expect it to make sense to you, and if you want to call the police right now you can go ahead because someone likely will-"
He stopped to swallow a little saliva and reclined back into the GTR's smooth seat.
"-but they won't stop me even if they are there"
He chuckled a little to himself.
"I'll write you the last thing from prison, I suppose. If you find it creepy when you read it in the future I apologize. My memory makes me hold onto things, my connections and feelings towards people and so on. It's cool at times- I've never been tempted to cheat, hell I can turn down porn if I'm with someone I love," He shook his head. He detested that word right now.
"However it also sucks because moving on isn't somethings that's easy. I have to drown myself in girls and booze before I recover. And drugs too, I guess now...it honestly doesn't matter I don't guess whether you have context to what I'll write you about, but, there you have it. Context"
He said, starting to ramble a little. Now that was MDMA. At least he was getting more calm and collected even if half the shit he was saying didn't exactly make sense. Who was 'silver?' It sounded like a separate person but also himself at the same time. Then again, what the hell was he talking about writing her from prison about that made him feel like he needed to warn her it could be misconstrued as creepy? Or hell, the first line he started with about loyalty was strange for Caleb to say as well.
 
As she leaned against the hood of her Skyline, Caleb'sunusually calm demeanor frightened Aly. He was never like this. After a stretch of silence, he apologized. "You have nothing to apologize for." She began, before she herd the rest of his speech. "Prison? Why the Hell would you go to prison?!" Her voice had risen, not yet a yell, but close. "Who the Hell is Silver?!" She had pushed off from the car and was standing by the passenger door. The way he was talking, she hoped to God he didn't know about the .22 pistol in the glovebox. She had a legal permit to carry it, and was registered to her. She carried it just in case she got into trouble. It was unloaded at least. She kept a small box of rounds in the center console. "Caleb, don't do anything stupid!" She pleaded.
 
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Alejandro knew he was behind, he was going to be late to Caleb's party. He had spent the last few hours convincing his mother to let him go out to his friend's party. She really was afraid of something happening to her only son, and with his Father's death, she couldn't bear seeing him get in fights at all. After more explaining then he was comfortable with, she finally relented. Which was how he was finally on the road almost at the birthday boy's house. He took in the scene before him before parking his red 2000 Chevrolet truck on the side of the road blocking someone in. He thought for a moment that it might be Jesse's car, before shrugging and getting out. Everyone was going to stay the night probably, and Alejandro was not a fan of the fat Asian. That was when he saw Aly's car driving quickly from afar. Alejandro quickly got into the drive way, to see what was going on. Something seemed out of place, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
 
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Caleb didn't respond to her. He didn't know that Aly carried a pistol, much less in her car. He just knew it was time to be quiet. He had grown soft after living the civilian life for oh so long. When it came down to business, the tribe always had to remind him to not overreact to anyone- not even the other tribals. They passed Alejandro's car, but were surprised he hadn't yet made it to the house. Caleb, as he exited Aly's car, did not give the slightest recognition to Alejandro. His eyes were dead set on his car and he B-lined towards it. Caleb walked down to his mustang, opened the door, and stuffed something chrome and shiny down his pants at a 33* degree angle down his pants leg. He started to hear commotion inside, and leaned in on the garage door panels to see Finney trying to struggle passed the group. Caleb grit his teeth, seeing Maddie leaned up against the downstairs heater with blood running down her head. He motioned to Aly, and jogged up the 30 foot driveway. Jessie's little POS geo was here, and he could hear a struggle happening in his basement. As he got to the top of the driveway, he opened the front door, quietly, and as he made his way through the foyer, he positioned a flower pot to keep the front door silently open for Aly. He seemed to be on razors edge, leaning in and around corners and double checking what he was doing.
 
Caleb's silence unnerved Aly. He didn't even answer her questions, which only made her anxiety rise. Before Aly could stop him, Caleb had gotten something out of his car. A metallic glint made her suspect what it was. He seemed to be focused, on a mission. She had never seen him so serious. Caleb had already entered te garage when Aly neared the Geo. The damn thing was ugly as Hell. She spat on one of its tires. It didn't get respect from her. Even a Volkswageon Beetle got more respect from her. She found the door proped open with a flowerpot. Se moved it aside as she stepped inside. She found Maddie by the heater, bleeding. "Maddie!" She knealt by her friend. "What the Hell happened here?"
 
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Alejandro waved at Caleb and Aly as they walked by, confused as to what was going on, he saw as Caleb grabbed something that glinted from his car. He began to follow Caleb a few feet behind, very confused as to what was happening. He failed to notice Maddie bleeding until Aly called out her name, when he looked to see what the fuss was about, he saw her then. Caleb had left his sights, and was now who knows where inside the house. He went after Caleb hoping to get a full picture of what the hell is happening.
 
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Jessie was still struggling to leave, with a bloodied Nate trying to hold him back, when Caleb seemed to appear from the shadows of the staircase, with a 6 inch smith and Wesson 455 revolver pointed at his former friend.
"Caleb man, clam down okay? No one was supposed to find ou-"
"Sit. The fuck. Down" Caleb said, cutting him off. The gun was already engaged, with a fully loaded cylinder.
"It doesn't matter if anyone was supposed to find out. It's the fact that you did do it"
"I swear man I di-"
"So no one was supposed to find out, or are you innocent? Which is it, Finney?" Caleb asked, not taking his eyes off of Jessie. The gun was roughly at Jessie's center of mass, and at this distance, missing would be nearly impossible. Nate's face was paler than his normal ghost white skin tone. He raised his hands and began to walk towards Caleb.
"Caleb- let's talk about this. With Jessie, okay? We can solve this problem verbally, okay?"
Nate said, attempting to stay as calm as possible.



Maddie looked up to see Aly making sure she was okay. Her vision was very foggy and she had a massive headache.
"Ugh...yeah...Caleb wanted me to make sure Finney didn't leave and he knocked me into the heater- fuck me my head hurts"
The girl said, writhing on the floor and clutching her head which had faint trickles of blood running down it.

Finney started panicking more than he already was. Not only had he spit-roasted Caleb's girlfriend with one of Caleb's other friends, but he also had injured one of Caleb's cousins. Caleb was an only child and his cousins were like siblings to him.
"Hey man listen to Nate okay? We can...we can talk about this right?"
"I SAID SIT THE FUCK DOWN. Oh you a hard enough nigga to fuck my girl right but you ain't hard enough to fuckin deal with me? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE FUCKING WITH!?"
Caleb's voice rang out, at an almost inhuman deep pitch. This was a new level of anger for even him. His anger was enough to pacify Jessie, who slowly moved across the basement and took a seat in one of the chairs and he began to cry. He believed this might be one of his last minutes on earth- and he was damn near correct.
 
Alejandro had ended up in the kitchen after losing sight of his friend, he scratched his head trying to figure out where everyone was, when he heard Caleb's anger from the basement. He rushed to it, opening the door to see Caleb pointing a gun at Finney. After seeing that he knew his friend was upset, and would probably end the kid. He only had one question, which prompted him to speak with a deep and steady voice, "Why?" It was directed at either Caleb or Finney, he had no intention of actually stopping this since Caleb seemed pretty committed to what he was doing. No sense wasting two lives by getting in the way.
 
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Aly helped Maddie sit up. She took her shirt off, leaving herself in just her bra and cami. She used the shirt to staunch thr bleeding to Maddie's head wound. Pressing the shirt to Maddie's head, Aly steadied the girl. "We'll have to make sure you don't have a concussion." She said. "Caleb's maddened shouts reached them. "I think he has gun, Maddie. He isn't himself." She told the older girl what Atheena had said at the hospital. "He completely changed after that." Aly's voice quavered. She was scared. And she was rarely scared. The girl barrels down the road, reaching almost 200mph.
 
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Caleb didn't respond. The whole world didn't seem to exist to him at this point.
Nate gulped, and stood between Caleb and Finney. His eyes stayed completely straight, fixated against the spot where he had been aiming.
"Caleb bro, she ain't worth it. he ain't worth it" Nate said. Nate began to extend his hands, and his fingers wrapped around the fat chrome revolver. It had a Taurus-like barrel attachment, and a very wide hand grip with the nice rubber grooves that spanned the width of the grip.
Caleb's arm quit flexing, as he let Nate take the pistol out of his hand, and Nate looked at Caleb, being completely sincere.
"I'm gonna hide this in the garage and we can actually talk this out, alright?"

Finney was still crying on himself and was staring at the floor when Nate walked off with the pistol. Poor Nate- thought he was doing good in the world. He didn't know Caleb had one weapon or another hid in every room in the house.

"Alright. So Finney, here's what's gonna happen" Caleb said, reaching up to the cieling of his basement and pulling out an engraved baseball bat, with "Caleb Reynolds" in fancy cursive letters on its side.
"You're going to admit to fucking atheena, incriminate Bradley in the process and I might only beat the piss out of you"
To Caleb, that was a fair enough ultimatum. He laid the bat against his right shoulder, resting its base against his left hand so that it went across his torso cross-ways. Finney was beyond scared, for many good reasons. However, he also made the last mistake of his life in his haste.

"I don't know what you're talking about! I would never touch her man! She's your girl! We all know how you feel ab-"

"So the photos and videos you took from your perspective on her phone- they ain't real, right? Professionally faked?"
Caleb asked, starting to laugh.

"I'm glad you lied" He murmured to himself before swinging with the full force of the bat. There was a loud CA-THUNK as it struck Finney's lower jaw, throwing it diagonally off course and severely twisting his face. Blood began to pour from a fissure along his jawline as the boy hit the ground.
Rather than swing the bat again, Caleb rather lazily just used it's base to bash finney's head from behind, and then he viciously stomped on Finney's throat two times exactly, and then twisted his boot heel until he felt satisfied. What was bellow his feet barely qualified for a human skull. Nate entered the room and fell onto his knees devestated. He basically just watched two friends die. Caleb would rot in prison, and Jessie was dead. Caleb reached out into his own pocket and withdrew his iPhone. Half the case fell off from where he had broken it earlier.

"Aye...this is Silver. Yeah, my house. Shaq needs to bring all his shit. Yeah. Nah, I already beat his fuckin brains in. I'm sorry, it was a little intense, I'm still angry that he's dead because I kinda wanted to kill him some more myself. Well get Shaq's ass over here. Oh fuck off! Just come on!"
His voice was disturbingly calm and collected as he argued with mysterious persons on the phone. Caleb turned to everyone that was still in his basement.
"I am so sorry to make you all an accessory to murder, however, I've got someone else I need to kill that lives about 30 minutes away. Sadly, y'all gotta come with and anyone else that's been here tonight because the more incriminated y'all are, the less you can...well, testify against me should any of y'all decide to snitch"

His face twisted almost into a smile. Caleb almost seemed to be enjoying this. Maybe there was more to him coming back when he ran away from home than just leaving the gang life- it might've been for his sanity, too.


Maddie grabbed at Aly.
"Don't go. I'll be okay but don't go"
She pleaded with Aly. At first glance, maybe it was meant to confuse Aly into thinking Maddie simply wanted her there for the comfort factor- however Maddie knew what her cousin was about to do less than 30 feet from her. She didn't want Aly to leave until they had a plan, or before Caleb might say it was okay. Nate entered the room, seeing the two ladies, and he had Caleb's .45 Revolver in hand.
"I've just got to hide this from him before he fucking shoots Jessie. Where is somewhere he won't look?"
Maddie motioned to the table behind her which had dirty clothes for the washer stacked on it, and Nate went back to the other room where she heard him fall to his knees at the sight of Jessie being beat to death. Maddie's simply crawled a little down the heater and washroom to look in on the basement party area to see finney's head crushed like a watermelon and a deflated windpipe. She grimaced- she had to think of something, and fast.
 
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Alejandro shrugged as Caleb just said he'd go kill Bradley, he knew that the only way to get out of this would be to stop Caleb here and now. He shook the thought from his head, he couldn't let his friend go to jail though. It'd be an open and shut case with so many witnesses. He walked towards Caleb with a hand out for a handshake. He had one thumb up for motioning that he was ready to go. He didn't much care for Atheena, but he knew how much Caleb cared about the girl. To have his trust betrayed like that, it would drive any man to murder.
 
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Aly nodded. "I'm going anywhere." She assured Maddie. Nate came in with a gun, saying he had to hide from Caleb. "Somehow I doubt hiding that gun will stop him." She said, a grim expression on her face. "He was so much more focused in the car than I've ever seen him." She heard Nate crumple to the floor around the corner. Something had happened. Then Caleb turned the corner and addressed everyone. Her worst fears were confirmed. Caleb had killed someone. And he was planning another homicide. Aly was already involved simply by driving him back here. Why not dig herself in deeper? Aly stood, head high. "I'm no snitch." She said. "The garage is on the way. Let me either switch cars or put a different set of tires on the Skyline." She didn't want her beloved car to be traced from from the crime scene.
 
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Caleb ran his tongue across his teeth, staring at Alejandro's hand before awkwardly returning the gesture by accepting the hand shake.
Nate just looked at finney's dead body, and at everyone else.
"What the fuck is wrong with you people!? HES FUCKING DEAD! CALEB BEAT HIM TO DEATH"
Caleb looked at Nate, and began to fidget a little.
"Well, I only did as much damage to him as he did to me. I promise you. Caleb is just as dead" Caleb said, before walking over and checking on Maddie.
"We need to- to- to- go to....lowes....get some l-"
Caleb cut Maddie off.
"That's what Shaquavius is for. Y'all sit tight and don't worry about it. This isn't my first rodeo"
With that, he he pointed to the tattoo that he had ritualistically burned when at the hospital. Within the gang's insignia, there were about 6 tally marks. Something told Maddie that there was about to be a seventh tattooed onto her cousins arm. Maddie herself was shaking- almost going into shock either over the whole incident or how fast it happened. She reached into her pocket and gave Caleb her keys.
"T- t- take my ca- car. Everyone can f- f- fit"

Caleb gripped the keys tightly and nodded.
"Thank you"

He looked down at his arm watch and rolled the bat next to finney's body.
"Now Nate, I know you would never rat on me after the shits we've done together. I'm giving you an extension of my trust. Go home. This life isn't for you. You don't have to ever talk to me, about me or ever see me again-"
He pointed a finger at nate's chest.
"-but if you tell anyone about tonight, I'll put two in the back of your skull whenever you decide to close your eyes"
Less than an hour ago, those two were like brothers. All because of three dumbasses in the back of a pickup truck.
"Right on time! THE MAN OF THE HOUR!" Caleb said holding his arms up, as the lights from a Jeep Wrangler shone in on the basements interior.
A 6'7 black man walked into the garage, and delicately opened the door. He had black gloves on, black boots, and a clear bag on his back that had shoes of various sizes either too small or too large for anyone in the group, a crowbar, and other various strange things.
"Aye wassup Silver. Yo ass back at it?"
"I guess. Shaq, meet Aly, Alejandro, Maddie....and don't worry about him" He said, finally pointing to Nate at the end.
Shaq walked through the basement and saw Jessie's body.
"Nigga for real. This who that ho cheated on you with in some bitch ass threes some thang? The fuck man?"
"Yeah. Little fat fuck thought he could get away with it too."
"So...he didn't know?"
"No one knows but the tribe. I swore an oath"
Shaq scratched his goatee.
"Well ugh- most people just think the oath is all horseshit man. I mean, up here from Atlanta it's just you and me, know what I'm sayin?"
Caleb nodded.
"Yeah, I gotchyou Shaq. You think I need to them then?"
Shaq shook his head.
"Nah, it's straight. Imma drag this nigga out of yo basement and then you can go on about your business and do you man"
And with that last comment, Shaq grabbed Jessie's ankles as if he was taking out the garbage, sling him into the back of the wrangler, and began to either wipe up the blood with a bleach towlet, pour drain cleaner on the blood spots, or mop it up into a bucket to plant at whatever mock crime area he was going to set up later. After fifteen minutes, he was done.
"Now that that's out of the way, who wants to go down the Troxel family household?"
Maddie spoke up.
"What about his parents?"
"Well see that's why spontaneous house fires are such tragedies. Maybe they shouldn't have raised such a backstabbing little shit for a son"
Maddie shook her head.
"No. Not unless they deserve it"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"The fuck you want me to do? Crawl into his window? I mean shit"
Maddie scratched her head confused as to what Caleb could do without killing any "innocent" people.
"Cut his brake lines. He lives in the country- he'll die two minutes down the road" She said, coldly.

Caleb smirked.
"Here I've spent the past four-five years cleaning up. Being normal-"
He popped his knuckles.
"-getting a job. Getting the girl I love. Being an actual human. But it's all a sham. We're all. Just. Animals. The difference between man and beast is the brain. Teamwork. A man alone versus nature? Now that's just never going to work. Nature always wins. Either the tiger or disease or old age will get a single man. But a tribe? No. Tribes challenge nature. Form governments. Make money. Allow people to be the true assholes that they really are"
Caleb said, almost reciting some kind of mantra or poem or something.
"Yep...life is tribal. To lie, and think yourself as better than the animal or the tribe is to lie to yourself to make your own tribe seem better. Ever wonder why the bloods ain't in Atlanta no more? They lied and thought they were above the tribe. We took care of that real quick. Gangs used'a mean something. Their very existence started the F-B-Fuckin-I. Nowadays, you say "gangster" and someone thinks of some backwards ass hood rat. The tribe is from two of the Russian families back in the '70s. So. Tonight is career day! Consider this an audition. Now while you might not be find of being stuck into this life, stuck in it you most certainly are now"
 
Aly said nothing until the cutting of someone's brakes was mentioned. "I can deal with those brakes." She said. "Make it look like they failed due to normal wear." Aly's family owned a garage and car lot, which she also worked at. "I keep some tools in my trunk in case I have to do any work on my own car or someone else's. Just quick fix stuff." She said.
 
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Caleb got his pistol back, and scratched his temple with the iron sights.
"Yeah...yeah I guess that'll have the work..."
He hit himself in the forehead and began shaking his head left to right as if he was fighting an awful headache.

Maddie looked concerned for her cousin. She could tell he had lost it and was on the verge of...well, actually he was very calm and collected. Maybe he hadn't lost it. Maybe she was just in shock. Maybe he was in complete fine health when he chose to kill jessie.
 
Aly nodded. "Then I'll grab my toolbox on they way out to the car." She said. She went over to Maddie and helped her to her feet. "Let's get you patched up first." She turned to Caleb. "You have and bandages in this pace?" She asked.
 
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